Random is as Random Does...

As you may have gathered (for those who do not know me personally), that I have a large appreciation for all things Random. Apart from it being my favorite word, it is a lifestyle, a mission, a vantage point that describes how I see the world and my place in it....

So I typed "something random" into the search bar of GoodSearch.com (where each search donates to the carity of my choice: RSCF)....

quite innocently I click the link for www.SomethingRandom.org only to be brought to a photoblog. ok...not surprising. good title. only the photo that comes up is Sandy Hook, NJ. It was as if the universal forces hand delivered a personal telegram (it should be noted here that I happen to live in the little shore town directly off Sandy Hook).

Coincedence? of course not....

the secret, which I will spill for those who have somehow or another found this hidden blog, is that EVERYTHING and NOTHING is RANDOM. It is all a chain of events that lead to this present moment - a chain so large and intricate it cannot be fully seen or fathomed, and so we call it Random.

to have appreciation for theRandom is to have an appreciation of all that is. for all that can and can't be seen. taking nothing for granted and marveling at it all....

Those Charming Snakes!

Ok so a good portion of this blog is dedicated to the weird and random shit I read on the Internet...thanks to the world wide web I have more access to the things that exercise my imagination in ways unthinkable...

Things like.....what are the rights of employed snakes?
Do they have rights?

Should we be up in arms about their plight?-- hell, they don't even HAVE arms!

Apparently the animal activists passed a law 8 years ago banning the long-held Indian tradition of performing with live snakes. If the Wildlife Protection Act were enacted there would be THOUSANDS of snakes out of a job! not to mention the jobless charmers, who if unemployed would then be less than charming....begging for change to feed their pet snakes....

I'm not saying I'm going to petition the country of India...in fact I'm not really sure where I'm going with this...I don't make the random news folks, I just report it...

This Stinks!

It seems to be fairly common knowledge among granola-crunchy earth people that anti-perspirants cause cancer. It is for this reason, that many a hippie will bust down the doors to your olfactory senses with a (peacefully) aggressive waft of patchouli.

As to why it is seemingly common to combat body odor with patchouli is anyone's guess. Having dabbled in some aromatherapy, there are other natural essential oils that aren't as pungent (read: offensive). This common choice has even Tree Huggers asking about it. (See Instant Survey Here)

But according to the science behind this revelation, if you can't sweat out the toxins, they stay in your body, until the cells start to mutate and revolt. The longer explanation is here.

OK...fine, I can use a deodorant, just not an anti-perspirant, right? but No!!! It has aluminum - another common enemy of the enlightened peace-niks. What's a girl to do? Sooooooooo, I tried some Tom's of Maine all-natural Deodorant (which surprisingly does not come in patchouli). The softly scented lavender was so subtle I immediately had my doubts...

Now you know you have good friends when they are willing to tell you to your face that you're smelling "a bit Mediterranean". Which was the more personally identifying way of saying that I smelled like a dirty hippie - only I'm off 100% Italian blood -- I got the message...

So I thought about it....no one feels compassionate or understanding to the stinky hot chick but everyone feels compassion towards the person with cancer.

With irrefutable logic like that, goodbye dirty hippie, hello dirty little Secret.

(Editor's note: Many studies have been done, but no direct link has been established. So while I am not advocating cancer, I think I'll take my chances!)

Grapefruit Juicy Fruit

so I planned to recreate the Inspirational Trampoline...
and so far it has been an empty promise.

not that Random things don't happen all the time, or thoughts with no prior basis formulate long descriptions and concepts quotably in my head...but they don't always take a bounce on the ol' Trampoline...

so this morning, I was postulating that citrus fruit has an uncanny ability to find the ocular faculties - that is to say, when citrus squirts, it always finds your eyes.

It doesn't ever seem to accost other prominent extremities with the prodigious accuracy of say...the nose. As equal a facile mark of target, one never suffers the slings and arrows of grapefruit juice to the nose.

Nor does this eyeball-seeking acidic expectorance ever occur with any other fruit but citrus... Lemons are the worst....


so these are the thoughts that I sometimes have upon waking up.....